Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 279
Denera sat alone in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The silence around her was thick, almost oppressive, but it suited her mood. She had a lot to think about—plans, strategies, and the next move in the intricate web of deception she was spinning. Her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, but her mind was far from the physical space she occupied.She leaned back into the plush cushions of the oversized armchair, her thoughts circling back to the conversation she’d had with Gerald. Her fingers absentmindedly tapped against the armrest as she replayed the moment in her head.“I want to take Jason off the board,” she had told him, her voice firm and resolute. They had been in a secluded part of Gerald’s estate, away from prying eyes. She had made her stance clear. Jason, her brother, had become a liability. A threat. He was meddling too much in affairs he had no business in—affairs that affected her life with Rhys.Gera
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 280
The wind whipped fiercely at the top of the skyscraper, carrying with it the distant hum of the bustling city below. The group of masked men stood like silent shadows, barely visible against the dark night sky. They were dressed in black from head to toe, with ninja-like masks that concealed their faces, leaving only their eyes visible. Each of them had a sleek, lethal aura, their presence melding into the deep darkness of the rooftop.From up there, the city looked almost insignificant. The streets, filled with the movement of cars, buses, and pedestrians, seemed like the flow of tiny ants, endlessly scurrying from one place to another. The occasional flash of headlights pierced the dim haze, casting brief, flickering beams across the asphalt. The towering buildings around them were like sentinels of concrete and steel, but none as tall as the one they stood on.Far below, the honks of impatient traffic, the murmurs of late-night conversations, and the distant rhythm of the city’
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 281
The private war room of the Tree Heir was a cavernous space, shrouded in shadows and illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp hanging from the ceiling. Its walls were lined with old maps, strategic diagrams, and shelves filled with ancient scrolls and modern technology. The dark, polished wooden floor echoed faintly with each step, but in this moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.The Tree Heir stood by the large window that overlooked the city below. From this high vantage point, the city looked like a living organism, the streets pulsing with light and movement as people hurried about their lives. His piercing eyes, however, weren’t focused on the glowing cityscape; his mind was far away, lost in thoughts of strategy and control. His tall figure, draped in a long, flowing black robe embroidered with intricate silver designs, looked like a shadow itself—silent, imposing, and unreadable.His mind flickered with thoughts of power—plans set
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 282
As the heavy door of the war room shut behind the two departing generals, the Tree Heir remained standing at the window, his dark, brooding eyes still focused on the city below. The gentle hum of the city filtered through the glass, but his mind was already turning to the next phase of his plan. He had a long way to go, and the time for subtlety was nearly over.A soft knock broke the silence, and without waiting for a response, the door slowly creaked open. Kiara, his second-in-command, walked in, her long, graceful strides and regal presence filling the room. Beside her was Jackson, he was the newest in their operation. His face was calm, but his posture was tense, betraying a mix of nervousness and awe as they both bowed low before the Tree Heir.“Your Excellency,” they said in unison.Jackson, straightened up after the bow, his voice tinged with respect as he spoke. “It’s an honor to finally meet you face to face, Your Excellency. Until now, all your instructions have come throu
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 283
The soft glow of the TV lit up the room, casting a warm light across the living room where Rachel sat on the couch, legs tucked under her, a blanket draped across her lap. Her eyes were fixated on the television screen, where a beautifully orchestrated wedding was unfolding. The bride, resplendent in a lace gown, walked down the aisle to a sea of smiling faces. Rachel’s lips curled into a tender smile as she watched, her mind wandering into the world of weddings, love, and all things romantic.As the bride in the show reached the altar, the front door creaked open, and Paul stepped inside, dressed in his gym clothes, sweat still glistening on his skin. His eyes immediately fell on Rachel, sitting so peacefully on the couch, and a small smile touched his lips."How was your workout?" Rachel asked, her voice soft and warm as she briefly glanced away from the screen to meet his eyes."It was fine," Paul replied, walking over to the couch. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the fo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 284
The bedroom was cold, its vastness echoing with a silence that felt heavier with each passing night. Denera lay on one side of the bed, the empty space next to her stretching out like a reminder of everything she had lost. She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts running in circles. Her eyes, which once sparkled with determination and fire, now carried a weariness she had never known. The absence of Rhys weighed on her heart like an anchor dragging her deeper into an emotional abyss.Another night alone.She shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, pulling it closer around her, but no matter how tightly she cocooned herself, the emptiness beside her was undeniable. There was no warmth, no steady breath of her husband lying next to her, no familiar presence that had once made her feel safe. The tension between them hadn’t subsided, and with every day that passed, the distance grew larger.Each morning was the same. She would wake up alone, go through her day with her mind elsewhere,
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 285
The Majestic Skies building was buzzing with life. People were moving through the sleek, modern halls, exchanging pleasantries or rushing between meetings, their shoes echoing softly on the polished floors. The building’s towering glass walls allowed sunlight to stream in, casting a radiant glow on the bustling activity inside. It was a corporate hive, with everyone busy at their stations, handling tasks with precision and efficiency.In the midst of this activity, Rachel sat at her desk, but her attention wasn’t on her work. Instead, her eyes were trained on Mr. Mark Dave. He moved through the building like he owned the place, his every step exuding confidence. After all, he was a high-ranking board member, respected and admired by many, with a reputation for getting things done. Who would ever suspect him of anything questionable? But Rachel knew better, and today, she was watching him like a hawk.At the far end of the hall, Paul stood near the elevators, seemingly occupied wit
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 286
Denera sat in the dimly lit room, a half-empty glass of liquor in her hand, its amber contents catching the faint glow of the overhead lamp. She took occasional sips, her lips brushing the rim of the glass, but the burn of the alcohol did little to numb her racing thoughts. The silence of the room was oppressive, broken only by the faint clink of the glass as she set it down on the table beside her. Rhys’s words haunted her, echoing in her mind with a cruel persistence: *“I need time to myself.”* No matter how much she drank, no matter how hard she tried to push those words away, they clung to her, refusing to be drowned out. She clenched her jaw, gripping the glass tighter in frustration.“Damn you, Jason,” she muttered under her breath, her voice low but venomous.It was Jason who had caused this. Jason, her brother, whose reckless actions had shattered her marriage and driven a wedge between her and the one person she could truly call her partner. Rhys wasn’t blameless—he had
Latest Chapter
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 357
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 356
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 355
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 354
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 353
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 352
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 351
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 350
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 349